Food on a tuesday
Someone had baked bread yesterday, and the remnants of it were out on the table. Tiffany had also woken up early enough to bake-- cheese muffins. She'd used a very little of the sugar to make them sweet, and they were fluffy to her satisfaction.
The rest of it was uninspired-- fruit, juice, muffins, and general leftovers. Tiffany's mother would have said that they 'needed eating up.'
Tiffany herself was sitting on the floor in a clear corner, eating absentmindely from a plate of breaded lizard and glaring at the sheets spread out around her-- possible plans for a new goatpen, maths about how many goats they could have and how much milk and cheese they'd give and how much fodder they'd need. She didn't look terribly approachable.
[Tuesday meal post! Tag each other, tag Tiffany, but Tiffany will be slowtime and prone to bouts of disappearing.]
The rest of it was uninspired-- fruit, juice, muffins, and general leftovers. Tiffany's mother would have said that they 'needed eating up.'
Tiffany herself was sitting on the floor in a clear corner, eating absentmindely from a plate of breaded lizard and glaring at the sheets spread out around her-- possible plans for a new goatpen, maths about how many goats they could have and how much milk and cheese they'd give and how much fodder they'd need. She didn't look terribly approachable.
[Tuesday meal post! Tag each other, tag Tiffany, but Tiffany will be slowtime and prone to bouts of disappearing.]